-Red, White and Not So Alone-
A series of Captain America one-shots that ship him with the many women of the Marvel Universe (Similar environment to 616 but no Sharon Carter as that is the OTP that messes up time and space just for these two people).
-Chapter 1:Wanda Maximoff, Scarlet Witch-
The Avengers have just returned from their investigation of the sudden appearance of the still young, original X-men. Havok left with Rogue and Thor for the bars in order to loosen up, while Janet and Simon decided to check in on the social media sites for PR purposes. Steve made a mental note of where everyone went after the mission, one of the things he's done since he joined the Avengers.
"Wanda?" the Man With a Plan knocked on the wooden door.
"...Who is it?" the Scarlet Witch spoke from the other side of the door after some delay.
"It's Steve," the blonde answered.
Opening the door, Wanda Maximoff stared sheepishly at her longtime friend.
"Is anything the matter?" the mutant woman asked.
"Can I come in, or would you like to go elsewhere?" the man said with a stern look in his face, "It's not something I'd like to talk about out in the open."
"Alright," the Chaos magic user acquiesced as she removed the chain on her door, "come in."
The room was modestly adorned, a work desk and a lounge chair were the only furnishings besides the bed. The few photos that were framed were of better times, when Wanda's powers didn't flare with the threat of destroying reality.
"It's about what the younger Jean said back there," Captain America began speaking as he sat in the chair.
"Which part exactly?" the Witch sighed, "I was preoccupied trying not to die."
"The part where you were screaming out your guilt for the decimation," the Super Soldier said flatly.
"..." Wanda looked down in shame.
"Wanda, you can't keep thinking about that, you've already done what you could about it," the blonde attempted to comfort the woman.
"Can't I Steve?" a tear dropped from the woman's eye, "What about everyone that didn't make it to the day that Hope and I fixed things, what about everyone that died that very moment when I said 'No More'?"
"You're not the only one that ever messed up Wanda, especially in this team," the Captain placed a supportive hand on the Witch's shoulder.
"Millions have died," Wanda's eyes were now focused on sobbing, "the other Avengers don't have that kind of blood on their hands!"
"A million is a statistic," the man said coldly, "Tony and I, we have to deal with every name and face, every friend that fell in the Civil War, and every horrible thing that's happened because of it. You, Wanda, you were able to right that mistake in the Phoenix War, beating yourself up isn't making it up to anyone who suffered for the decimation."
"Steven, ever since I came back...I was afraid, afraid of something like that happening again," the mutant turned to face the window, "what if there's a next time, and what if I say 'No more humans' or 'No more life'?"
"There won't be a next time," the Captain shot down the Witch's notion, "we're Avengers, we watch over our own, we won't allow you to ever go down that road again."
"Then you'd best be ready to kill me if that ever happens," the raven-haired woman said weakly before ushering the Captain out of her room.
-A Few Hours Later-
"So," a familiar man with a bow approached the Man With A Plan, "heard Wanda had a 'thing' at Wolverine's school."
"She's fine now Clint," Steve rubbed his brow, "but she blames herself every chance she gets."
"With what she's done, Cap?" the archer muttered, "What some of us have done, I get that. It catches up to us one way or another."
"And what do you do, Clint?" the Captain asked.
"Live with it," the Avenging Archer sighed, "everyday."
-The Next Day, Avengers Mansion, Kitchen-
What Clint had said disturbed Steve to no end for the whole day, the Super Soldier began thinking of how far he had gone to get the people to trust Pietro, Wanda, and Clint at the very beginning.
"Wanda?" the Super Soldier knocked on the mutant's door.
"Steve?" the woman said groggily.
"I want to talk about yesterday," the man said with a calm expression.
"And what is there to talk about?" the Witch leaned on the door.
"Follow me," the Captain answered, his hand outstretched.
Taking an available Quinjet, Steve set course for many places that day, places that wouldn't be there had Wanda not been an Avenger at that time, the people fondly recalling Wanda's vital part in saving the day.
-Hours Later-
After a day of reminding Wanda that in spite of everything she's done, she's still a hero, Steve decided to take her to dinner to make sure that he got his point across.
"Are you alright now?" the blonde asked in concern as he took a bite out of his food.
"Better than earlier," the raven haired woman answered as she fixed her gaze on her plate.
"It's a start," the Captain said cheerfully as he continued digging into his meal.
"I suppose so," the woman smiled, her face reddening slightly.
"Have you made any plans?" the man said as he took a sip from his beverage.
"Plans?" Wanda looked on, slightly confounded.
"In-between missions," Steve added, "we're planning on rotating the team so that we can expand a little more."
"Not really," the Scarlet Witch shrugged, "this is the first I've heard of it."
"Tony and I were talking it over since last week, for all teams really," Captain America elaborated, "we're going global now."
"That's...interesting," the woman rubbed her chin.
"That's enough about work," the Man With a Plan gestured, "we've had enough of talking shop for the day."
"I agree," the mutant giggled.
-A Few Days Later-
The rest of the Uncanny Avengers were beginning to notice the amount of time spent between the Super Soldier and the Witch extended beyond 'work' hours and had begun nosing their way through as subtly as they could.
"So, Wanda," the ability draining Rogue motioned towards Magneto's daughter, "ah here you ahn Steve have been hangin out a lot lately. "
"He's just doing his job," the female Maximoff twin blushed slightly, "it's stressful being juggled in multiple teams."
"Darlin' you best be leaving it at that," Logan moved in before Rogue could say more.
"Thank you Logan," Wanda sighed in relief.
"Think nothin' of it Witch," the Canadian waved off, "just tell Rogers to get some new cologne, the stuff he uses now really gets on my nose."
"Why would I-" before she could finish her statement, the implications of the feral mutant's statement sunk into the woman's mind, "Oh God, you know."
"Yup," Wolverine grinned, "and I'm happy fer you two."
"Really?" the Scarlet Witch shot the short man a look of disbelief.
"Oh yeah," the man answered as he took a bottle of beer from the fridge, "yer brother's probably gonna be tearing his hair out and yer dad's gonna be ramming his face on a metal desk when they find out."
"Typical," Wanda groaned, "thanks anyway."
"No problem," Wolverine tipped his hat before leaving.
-One Week Later-
Steve was still dazed, Logan had taken him out drinking...in four states. However, the Super Soldier still had enough sense to climb back into bed.
The only problem was, it wasn't his bed.
"Wha frezzum derflangender," the blonde mumbled under his breath.
"ZzzZzz," soft snores accompanied the Captain's mumbling.
"..." the man tensed after a few minutes, his mind taking hold of the situation, "This isn't my room."
The Super Soldier system slowly granting the man out of time clarity of vision once more did not give Steve the best of awakenings. Staring at the firm orb that his right hand was currently cupping, Steve Rogers reacted the way most men would react given the same circumstances.
"This is Wanda's Room ," a look of sheer terror conquered the Captain's face.
"Steve, wait," the woman mumbled in her sleep, "let me lock the door first."
"This will not end well ," the Man With a Plan stared with his mouth agape.
-20 seconds later-
"Steven," the Scarlet Witch analyzed the situation as calmly as she could, "why is your hand on my breast?"
"I, uh, woke up like this?" the blonde hoped that his excuse would save him from the woman's fury.
It did not.
A sudden flash of light briefly lit the New York sky that early morning...
Suffice to say, Steve Rogers was not going to be participating in missions for a few days.
"Look Steve," Wanda said as she pulled her still flaring hand away, "I appreciate everything you've done for Pietro and myself over the years, especially our time together the past few weeks, but, please, wait 'til I'm awake before trying anything."
"That's understandable," the man surrendered before leaving for his room.
-That morning-
The rest of the Avengers, visiting team included, were rather shocked at the sight of their commander.
"Steve, you should have asked me if you wanted to fly," Tony Stark stifled his laughter.
"Woah!" Clint Barton jumped as he entered the room, "Redwing won't be happy about this."
"I can still talk Clint," Steve said flatly as he perched himself on the kitchen counter, "do any of you know what eagles eat?"
The collective Avengers shrugged as they awaited Sam Wilson a.k.a. Falcon's arrival.
The hex that turned Steve Rogers into a bald eagle (complete with eagle-fitting uniform) eventually ran its course in three days.
Wanda and Steve eventually patched things up and kept seeing each other.
Three years, multiple doomsday scenarios and many Logan-induced incidents later, the Star Spangled man and the Scarlet Witch decided to tie the knot and settle down.
-One Week After the Ceremony-
Quicksilver was next seen with a visibly receding hairline.
Magneto was found to have had multiple instances blunt force trauma on his forehead from metal surfaces.